A/N – Okay peoples I've read Chaos Eternus' take on this kind of YAHF and I just couldn't help myself…LOL BTW even if unfinished the work of Chaos Eternus is highly recommended if you are a fan of 40K and/or Buffy.
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER – YET ANOTHER HALLOWEEN FIC
THE THRONE OF SUNNYDALE
CHAPTER ONE – THE RE-BIRTH
"You cannot be serious!" yelled a higher being, otherwise known as one of the pricks *ahem!* Powers that Be.
"She is serious!" replied the heavenly being known as Metraton a.k.a the Voice of God.
"But HE will disrupt the balance! His mere existence will invite chaos and disorder!" Another prick… ahem Power that Be, wailed in despair.
"He will not! You have been assured repeatedly that the events of this Halloween night will not affect the overall balance. In fact, considering the events to come, it is necessary!" Lord Metraton retorted to the pathetic Powers that Be. Why the almighty put up with such much crap or such pathetic so called Powers was beyond the heavenly being at that point in time.
"But what if HE becomes corrupted? What if HE turns from the path of light?" Asked another Power that Be, actually trying to use reason and logic rather than emotions, like the other Powers that Be.
"I am sure that SHE has considered that and all other related matters." Metraton retorted in a firm manner that suggested any further arguing would be both pointless and useless. Having becoming annoyed, at the sheer audacity of the Powers that Be questioning, HER.
"But my Lord, how are we to counter HIM if he turns to evil? No matter that he will be given the strength of the gods himself this night, but to safeguard such abilities and power to a mortal, let alone a mortal born upon THAT place…" The logical Power to Be continued to say, as he was confident that his arguments would be given their proper consideration and weight.
"I like said, all relevant matters have been considered by the Al-mighty and have been thought through at great depth." Metraton said slightly angrily, somewhat annoyed that these upstart heavenly beings would dare to continue the question the wisdom of the Creator, when told that events would be under HER control.
"But…"
"ENOUGH!" yelled out a very much holy, loud sounding, and thoroughly pissed off feminine voice. At the tone of the voice, all the Powers that Be as well as Metraton himself, bowed down on their knees and awaited the entrance of the Creator herself. SHE didn't disappoint and made HER entrance in one of her customary and flashy entrances.
"I SAID THAT WILL BE ENOUGH!" God said, much in annoyance that the Powers that Be would DARE oppose one of HER plans. The Powers that Be quietened down, no longer daring to interrupt now that the Creator had made her presence felt, only now fully realising the risks that they were running in opposing the Creator's plan.
"NOW LISTEN UP! I WILL SAY THIS ONLY ONCE!" The Creator said, even as the presence echoed through out the halls of the heavens and the chambers that the higher beings were meeting in.
"TWO WORDS – FREE WILL!" The Creator stated somewhat ominously, before making her usual dramatic exit.
"But….." One of the Powers that Be started to object, before he was suddenly silenced by the Voice of God.
"That will be enough. You have just been told it is now a matter of FREE WILL. That means this matter is now a concern of the Al-mighty, and HER alone!" Metraton roared.
"Unless, you want to take your objections to HER, personally?" The Voice of God inquired. The Powers that Be were shell shocked at the thought that God had taken a personal interest in this matter. Now they knew there was nothing to be done. No one could go against the Almighty – well they could but they would risk being CAST DOWN – just like Lucifer all those millennia ago.
"No my Lord. We do not." The spokesperson for the group that called themselves the Powers that Be replied somewhat sullenly.
"Good. I see that we've come to an understanding. Let this matter drop and do not interfere in HER plans. ANY interference in HER plans will definitely BE frowned upon." The Voice of God warned the Powers that Be. The Powers nodded in reply, knowing that they had no longer any power in this matter, and to do otherwise would risk the Wrath of God and being Cast Down.
Lord Metraton met up with the Creator later in her chambers, having got fed up with listening to the so called Powers that Be bicker, moan and wail about the Creator's latest plan, and how so much power would be put in the hands of a mere mortal, one whom has only just barely turned seventeen years of age.
Lord Metraton saw that the Creater herself was having fun. Not in only in seeing making the pricks *ahem* the Powers that Be squirm, but also in a manner which reminded Metraton of a schoolgirl who had a naughty secret. Metraton sighed as he realised that this Lord and Creator wasn't apparently in the mood to share any details, but just for once he hoped he could be kept in the loop, as the saying amongst mortals went.
"YOU NEEDN"T WORRY YOURSELF METRATON. THE FEARS OF THE POWERS THAT BE WON'T COME TO PASS." The Creator stated suddenly, startling Metraton out of his thoughts.
"My Lord. I have faith in whatever you have in this planning. Those upstarts had no right in questioning…." Lord Metraton began up was cut off by a raise hand by the Creator.
"Nonetheless, their spokesman did raise some valid concerns. Especially if the boy in question, does get corrupted." God replied somewhat moodily and more quietly than she had spoken before.
"I have trusted you this far. No reason for me to NOT to do so now." Metraton replied, trying to reassure his Lord and Creator.
"STILL…." The Creator started and then trailed off. With no further reply coming within a few minutes, Metraton took a chance and butted in before saying
"The boy has shown great progress, faith and loyalty up to now. Why are you doubting him now?" Metraton asked.
"Well I guess some concerns come from what the spokesman mentioned." God replied somewhat reluctantly and quietly again.
"Oh…And we ALL KNOW how good the Powers that Be's judgement has been of late now, don't we?" Metraton replied sarcastically, even if he couldn't help himself.
God, far from being annoyed, smiled at her Chosen Voice, and replied
"YES, YOU ARE INDEED CORRECT METRATON. I SHOULD IGNORE THE RAMBLINGS OF THOSE IDIOTS." God replied.
"Indeed you should Madam." Metraton replied even as he bowed in respect to his Lord and Creator.
"VERY WELL. KEEP MATTERS GOING AS I HAD PLANNED. THIS HALLOWEEN NIGHT IS VITAL IF HUMANITY IS TO BE SAVED FROM THE COMING DARKNESS." God replied, as SHE retired to HER personal Chambers to consider the events that were to come.
"It shall be done as you request." Metraton replied as he bowed and then left to give God some peace for her meditations.
The man was human, so very human standing alone in a darkened street, looking like he was currently pondering the mysterious secrets of the universe, and in a way he was. For he hadn't felt, what he was currently feeling, for a long time. Make that a very, very long time.
For not since the near mortal blow he had received from the War Master Horus upon the bridge of the heretic's Battle Cruiser which had confined him to his throne, had the man felt anything like this. Weird. It indeed was very strange, and at the same time somewhat unnerving. He could feel the wind of the slight breeze touching the exposed skin of his face, gently caressing his hair as he had not worn a helmet when he had donned his golden armour.
"What kind of heretical chaos magic is this? How did I not sense it happening soon to prevent if from occurring at all?" the man, also known to many as the Immortal Emperor of mankind asked, more then a little surprised, angry and yes annoyed as he realised that for the first time in near ten millennia, he was truly alive. If any Xenos or Heretical scum where in the immediate area at that time, they would've lasted no longer than a snowflake in a Desert such was the Emperor's wrath at that moment in time.
But he couldn't be here…or whatever this place turned out to be on this chaos plagued world, for he was Mankind's Guardian and Protector, and he was sorely needed to walk the path of the warp, of the Immaterium and to guide his mighty servants known as the Space Marines as well as his beloved Imperial Guard as they defended humanity from the predations of Xenos, the Heretic and the Unclean. He was needed above all to stop the efforts of the foul gods of the ruinous powers from totally corrupting and destroying mankind for all of eternity.
How had he been reduced to this flesh, blood, all too mortal and solid form once more? Who could wield power on such scale as to accomplish this? For if the Ruinous Powers had such an ability, surely they must have done so by now, at least in the last ten millennium or so…or is there truly another agenda at work here, something that the Emperor had yet to truly pick up upon with his formidable psychic powers?
But for once the Emperor was stumped as well as being mystified. Up to this point in time, he had yet to encounter any situation in which he had no answer. No ability, previous or prior experience in which he could use to deal with the situation. No, it indeed was a dark time if he couldn't regain his position upon the throne as Humanity's Immortal Guardian and Protector. And as the Emperor tried to wrack his enormous, lengthy and indeed ancient memories, trying to find some solution or old faded memory of his that may help to guide him here in this dark and chaotic place, the Emperor's attention was of a sudden, distracted. He had the sudden thought, incredible as it seemed, that the body he currently possessed was not his own.
The Emperor's thoughts were interrupted by a thin red headed girl who had come up to him in a slight panic, but was addressing him a weird name that the God Emperor of Mankind had never heard of before.
"Xander!" Willow exclaimed as the Emperor turned to this girl and quickly responded
"Sorry miss I'm afraid I don't know who or what a "Xander' is. I am the Emperor of the Imperium of Mankind." The Emperor replied even as he sensed that something seriously wrong was going on here.
"Xander quit your joking please! This is a serious situation happening here! This is not the time to be fooling around!" Willow scolded.
"I'm sorry again but I don't know why you insist on calling me Xander, but I have no idea what you're talking about." The Emperor replied calmly in a effort to try an get the distraught girl to keep cool.
"But Xander it's me. It's Willow!" The Emperor frowned at Willow's response and was torn with an ethical dilemma about using his powers on an innocent girl, one whom apparently knows him, or least the form that he apparently was occupying.
The Emperor had used his powers just briefly, only with his fear of hurting the young girl, did he refrain from using them anymore. But what the Emperor did gather was more than enough. Not only did it raise his suspicions that the foul powers of the Ruinous Gods were involved, but yet another power, one that HE hadn't encountered before, it too was actively involved in this situation.
Hmmm. This girl seems to be non-corperal, but at the same time seems not be so. Perhaps whatever foul forces that have forced me here, have affected her also? And if I'm affected, so too is this girl. The only question is how? The Emperor thought to himself, as even considered the matter whilst using his formidable powers over the surrounding town.
It seems that the general populace of this town has been changed somehow by what's going on. If that's true, this child has also been affected. But….Am I too a child changed by these foul chaos magic's? Is there another soul whom this body truly belongs too?
He glanced within, and found the soul of the boy known to his friends as Alexander Lavelle Harris.
END OF CHAPTER ONE